Then I went back to bed and lay awake for the longest time thinking about my reaction to my husband’s lovemaking.Am I just becoming jaded? Do I need...to be humiliated or raped to enjoy sex now? Does sex have to be violent to be exciting? Oh god I hope not.I checked my email in the morning. There’s another message from Snake. He’s going to bed early. I’m was to come and clean up the house, mow the lawn again, wearing the same outfit, and then take a shower and wait for him to get up.I put on the. It was an exclusive and wealthy area even before the computer revolution brought incredible wealth to the area. It is a place of mature good taste as opposed to the garishness of San Francisco. That does not mean it was unfamiliar with the ownership and use of slaves. Old Money has a tendency to enjoy beautiful women. Once it was trophy wives that shopped and gossiped along tree lined streets. Now beautiful slaves, gagged and bound, were led by master and mistresses in front of the shops that. Once I got them that high I realized Icouldn't get them any higher unless I lifted up my tight fitting skirt.I had no choice but to lift my skirt up to be able to get the pantyhoseall the way to my waist. So in spite of my embarrassment I lifted myskirt, pulled up my pantyhose and then did a little wiggle to get themsnug. I knew Mike would get another good view of my pretty pink pantiesbut I had no other choice. Mike's giggle left no doubt that he enjoyedmy struggles and that he did indeed get. And I realise that it’s 9:15 and I have half an hour before I need to be leaving and I need to get petrol, that means leaving at 9:35 because the garage will be a nightmare. And I need to have a shower… Oh, and I need to go the post office and post that very important letter. And I have no choice but to get up and rush through these things. Undoubtedly coming close to an RTA at least once a day either on the way to work or on the way home because the roads are killer, and no one cares about how.